Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.